The aliens came down
The aliens came down and outside the window
They were giving powers to set heads on fire
To set heads on fire
To set heads on fire
A privilege sought by boys with lies it seemed the perfect afterthought
Paint brush in hand
Savage a nation with chaos
But the machinery was too sound in the circuits
Then the key of the game
Then the key of the game was deceiving and weaving
They all ran away
They all ran away
They all ran away through the many corridors
Of concreted blood soaked fame

Blame it on the boys
Blame it on the boys

Paint brush in hand
Savage a nation with chaos
But the machinery was too sound in the circuits